KORBIN
And round about his home the glory
That blushed and bloomed,
That blushed and bloomed,
A deep, slow breath was required to steady him. Her words struck a chord deep within, in a manner he had never expected. He, the youngest, the weakest, the one least likely to ever make anyone proud... Had he finally done something worth keeping his head high over? Then, why didn't he feel good about it? All he could think of was how filthy nails had scrabbled over his face while he held the man down. The impact as Loren's fist hit a defenseless face.
What was there to be proud of?
"I... hope he would be. It just doesn't feel very right. I wish there had been another way," he sighed. Slowly, Korbin released her and took a step back. Pulled off the cap and a glove and dragged fingers through the messy black hair... savoring the punishing bite of cold against the exposed skin.
"Weaver... Loren saved my life," he said quietly, after a while. "I owe him." Glancing down at her, Korbin was not sure what kind of reaction it would bring. The man was a Launceleyn. Brother of the much out of favor Warden. Being indebted to him was not necessarily a good thing.
What was there to be proud of?
"I... hope he would be. It just doesn't feel very right. I wish there had been another way," he sighed. Slowly, Korbin released her and took a step back. Pulled off the cap and a glove and dragged fingers through the messy black hair... savoring the punishing bite of cold against the exposed skin.
"Weaver... Loren saved my life," he said quietly, after a while. "I owe him." Glancing down at her, Korbin was not sure what kind of reaction it would bring. The man was a Launceleyn. Brother of the much out of favor Warden. Being indebted to him was not necessarily a good thing.
Is but a dim-remembered story
Of the old time entombed.
Of the old time entombed.
